Pain is what changes people; it is what turns humans into monsters.
Pain is what made me who I am now, made my heart empty of life, filled only with death.
When you find that the closest person to you is the one who tortures you, the one who mocks your pain, you become something unrecognizable.
Something horrific that loves death. You find yourself gradually transforming into someone else, a bad person, a killer, a criminal.
I was killed a thousand times when I was young. My childhood was taken away from me. I ran from the abusive monster, my father, to another monster, from that monster to the streets and the wrath of the streets and criminals.
I was just something others played with until I became the one who plays with everyone, the one who kills everyone.
I never intended to leave my mother and go to that prison or make her worried because of my disappearance from her life.
I admit I deeply miss her and need her, but my profound confusion defeats any other intensity with a fatal blow that could lead to death or a better life.
Why am I still alive now?
Why am I enjoying all this blood around me?
Am I just a deranged soul who lost himself due to the killings, as that old man told me?
Or
Or am I this avenger who came back to take revenge on everything in this miserable life and world?
I am confused, but there is no time for confusion now.
Because I am enjoying it.
Yes, enjoying it.
I feel like my heart will leap out of my body from sheer pleasure. That dragon collided with me and the ground beneath me, and my hand was still raised to the sky.
After the fire dragon hit the ground, its flames spread in a circle everywhere, killing all the remaining spiders.
Everyone was shocked by what had happened; this battle ended with just one strike because of that witch.
The witch was still floating in the air, emanating a powerful aura that everyone feared.
I stood in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by bodies everywhere, eyes closed and smiling broadly.
My body felt a thrill from all this blood and death.
I am a person with a unique taste; not all smells please me, but here, there is a distinct smell.
I know this smell well.
It is the smell of death.
I believe half the army or more has already died, and the severed heads and scattered limbs all around me prove it.
The witch began to descend from the sky in a majestic manner before me.
The most shocked person by what he saw was Zed; his body was fearful and tense.
She landed before me and looked at me; blood covered my face, and I was smiling. She looked at me and smiled back.
"What do you think of my power?" I said arrogantly.
I did not look at her or respond because I was happy with all the destruction around me, so I did not care about anything.
But something I expected happened.
I saw Zed coming from behind, looking at her in amazement, and saying in a trembling and fearful voice,
"My princess, what are you doing here?"
He said that and then knelt before her.
When I witnessed that, I quickly sent Yama back into my inner realm.
When Zed saw that Yama had disappeared, his expression changed, and he looked at me angrily.
"Where is she? Tell me," he said with intense anger.
"Do you want to go to her?"